"Stop, here is Chalomel; now he will be astonished!"
"About what! what! My good fellow, is there anything new concerning poor Louise?"
"You would have known, lazybones, if you hadn't been absent so long."
"Hold; you think it is only a hop, skip, and a jump from here to the
Rue de Chaillot."
"Well; this famous Viscount de Saint Remy?"
"Has he not come yet?"
"No."
"His carriage was all ready, and his valet told me that he would come at once; but he did not appear pleased, the domestic said. Oh! that is a fine hotel; one might say it had belonged to the lords of the olden time, as are spoken of in Faublas. Oh! Faublas! he is my hero, my model!" said Chalomel, putting away his umbrella and taking off his overshoes.
"I believe that this viscount is in debt, and there are writs out against him."
"A writ for thirty-four thousand francs, which has been sent here, since it is here he must come to pay it; the creditor prefers it, why, I know not."